Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
black and blue
like the conductor of
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
#vulnerability
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Bring it
bring me your enthusiasm
bring me your joy
bring me your unbridled laughter
share your indecency
share your too much
share your obscene dirty jokes
don’t hold it back
don’t give too much slack
don’t make any excuses
I want all your feelings
I want all your truth
I want all your sensitive spots
show me your passion
show me your delight
show me your secret nerd-dom
let me witness your pain
let me witness your rage
let me witness the wounds you’ve defeated
I don’t need...
bring me your joy
bring me your unbridled laughter
share your indecency
share your too much
share your obscene dirty jokes
don’t hold it back
don’t give too much slack
don’t make any excuses
I want all your feelings
I want all your truth
I want all your sensitive spots
show me your passion
show me your delight
show me your secret nerd-dom
let me witness your pain
let me witness your rage
let me witness the wounds you’ve defeated
I don’t need...
#crush
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
#relationships
#vulnerability
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Lines
Their lines are always so smooth
And mine shakey
Creased like too many years of smiles on the sides of lips and the edges of eyes
I sometimes turn up my nose to them, uninterested, sometimes even disgusted by their lack of vividness
Envious of of the softness and sharpness that others keep
But still I make them
Drawing them out between the hurried heartbeats of the too many milligrams of caffeine in my chipped coffee cup
So sad and happy at the same time
Because...
Their lines are always so smooth and mine...
Shakey
And mine shakey
Creased like too many years of smiles on the sides of lips and the edges of eyes
I sometimes turn up my nose to them, uninterested, sometimes even disgusted by their lack of vividness
Envious of of the softness and sharpness that others keep
But still I make them
Drawing them out between the hurried heartbeats of the too many milligrams of caffeine in my chipped coffee cup
So sad and happy at the same time
Because...
Their lines are always so smooth and mine...
Shakey
#art
#vulnerability
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Foreverness
Within my flesh
My spirit torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
My spirit torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
#dark
#death
#rhyming
#weakness
#vulnerability
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This Strange World
Would be much more interesting
If hell really did freeze over
If even for a day
No bats could make
Their way out of hell
And we could watch donkeys
Fly high up in the sky
There would be
some sadness, too
If all who said
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Really were subjected
To a horrendous life
In no other place than hell
Your imagination can
Be a blessing or
Sometimes even a curse
So remember when life
Seems at it's strangest
It could...
If hell really did freeze over
If even for a day
No bats could make
Their way out of hell
And we could watch donkeys
Fly high up in the sky
There would be
some sadness, too
If all who said
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Really were subjected
To a horrendous life
In no other place than hell
Your imagination can
Be a blessing or
Sometimes even a curse
So remember when life
Seems at it's strangest
It could...
#science
#earth
#LifeChangingMoment #vulnerability
#LifeChangingMoment #vulnerability
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mirrors
pull me in, hallucination
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
#depression
#dark
#mirror
#misunderstood
#vulnerability
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I WAS...
I was just a kid when he tore my crotchless lingerie
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
#abuse
#HumanRights
#hurt
#fear
#vulnerability
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Riding This Cloud
And here we are
I’m flying high
But my feet want to run far
Away from what you may see
When you look inside of me
I only come with what’s packed inside
A lifetime of trials I can’t deny
Little by little I shed each layer
Yet you stay
You’re not running scared
Holding out your hand
You patiently wait
Knowing how much I hesitate
Finding acceptance in your love and smile
I’m thankful you’ve pulled up a chair
And decided to stay a while
I’m flying high
But my feet want to run far
Away from what you may see
When you look inside of me
I only come with what’s packed inside
A lifetime of trials I can’t deny
Little by little I shed each layer
Yet you stay
You’re not running scared
Holding out your hand
You patiently wait
Knowing how much I hesitate
Finding acceptance in your love and smile
I’m thankful you’ve pulled up a chair
And decided to stay a while
#happiness
#love
#gratitude #vulnerability
#gratitude #vulnerability
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bad dreams
stalked,
those tremors
prepared
the nights
through
sleep,
bad dreams
lay thick
bare pinnacle
shallow
breathing,
shaking in
the thin
air.
.
those tremors
prepared
the nights
through
sleep,
bad dreams
lay thick
bare pinnacle
shallow
breathing,
shaking in
the thin
air.
.
#sleep
#nightmares
#vulnerability
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A Is For Anxiety
Thinking about my Sports Teams Politics and my personal life
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
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not until then...
you can strip down to naked flesh
offer your body for every kiss
...surrender to each tender caress
spread yourself entirely before his gaze
but can you bare yourself
without shedding any fabric
show him your deepest
open yourself to him in unseen ways
will you be fractured...ugly...real
undiluted in being
unmasked & unfiltered
completely honest in how you feel
when nothing is remaining hidden
inner eyes have seen & shared
run spectral fingers over mind
...scars
...&...
offer your body for every kiss
...surrender to each tender caress
spread yourself entirely before his gaze
but can you bare yourself
without shedding any fabric
show him your deepest
open yourself to him in unseen ways
will you be fractured...ugly...real
undiluted in being
unmasked & unfiltered
completely honest in how you feel
when nothing is remaining hidden
inner eyes have seen & shared
run spectral fingers over mind
...scars
...&...
#lover
#honesty
#vulnerability
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Echoes of Conformity
In our quest to belong, we mold ourselves,
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#freedom #vulnerability
#freedom #vulnerability
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DU Poetry : Poems about Vulnerability